#elfin forest

[orofeaiel]

Western Black Elfin Saddle + White Fiber Caps

#artists on tumblr #original photographers #original photography #hiking #pacific northwest #nature #nikon #washington #pnw #orofeaiel #mycology #mycophile #goblincore #mushrooms #elfin saddle #fiber caps #forest floor #forest finds #macro photography #lensblr

[vremyajatvi]

Long time no see! Sketched out a scene from our game с: We make the best acquaintances in unexpected moments. Don't worry, the apple thief is fine!

#tifling #mimic #dnd mimic #art #digital art #original character #dungeons and dragons #d&d oc #dnd #dnd art #dnd character #dnd oc #forest #burn #belts #devil horns #horns #apples #elfin garden #elf garden

[gfdelmar]

Class today was a dream. Just felt like we were playing outside

#nature #hike #adventurecore #vulture culture #bones #animal bones #scarlet elfin cup #mushrooms #mushroomcore #red mushroom #deer skull #animal skull #skull #white tailed deer #salamander #Eastern box turtle #reptiles #turtles #woodlands #forest #amphibians #red backed salamander #forest walk #bloodroot #flower #white flowers #spring flowers #spring ephemerals #devils urn #gfdelmar og

[royalhighnesscreations]

"She guarded the forest for hundreds of years, awaiting the day when she could finally rest. Soon, she thought, my ashes will be carried away and all that remains will be the diadem upon my head."

This adjustable necklace is made with wooden and painted wood beads with a metallic centerpiece.

"Celtic Guardian necklace"  is a one-of-a-kind item featured on UndergroundUpcycle.

#storenvy #jewelry #necklace #forest #mori girl #mori #elf #elven #elfin #fashion #small creator #independent artist #indie artist #green #wooden #wooden jewelry #beaded jewelry #eco #upcycled #upcycled jewelry #reused #costume jewelry

[rainbowchaox]

OK I NEED TO RANT ABOUT A AU I JUST SPAWNED OK (and yes fanfic writers and fanartists if you fancy please use it and @me I BEG)

Anyways the concept is fully spawned by missa on the horse. It came to me in visions.

Anyways to explain Missa is a knight for a kingdom with an evil king. Missa is HATED by said king probs cause he rejected said king. Or is open being against said king. Because he is being horrible to his people. And missa may be the knight known for his clumsiness (he joined to help people and comes from a peasant background). But he has a massive heart.

So Missa is tasked with a quest to find immortality for said king (Missa really doesn’t want to do this because said king is a tyrant). But Missa has no choice otherwise he be sent to the gallows for treason against the king. So Missa goes through many misadventures straight from fairytales (becomes a servant to a hag, has to deal with a dragon, has to save someone from a tower etc) all to somehow find immortality.

Anyways you must be guessing Where is Phil? And I shall answer. Pretty much Phil is a Fae that is very much in love with Missa. I like to imagine Phil was doing fae things shapeshifting into animals or people to see if people are generous or need to be punished. And Missa always helped and was just so GOOD. So he fell in love and always helps him out (example enchanted a spoon when a evil hag told Missa will be enslaved until a lake is emptied using said spoon)

Phil soon on Missa quest joins him as a companion. Missa on his end gets a crush on him. Because Phil is so gentle and kind to him. Not realizing that technically Phil is already his husband under Fae Law. Making tons of cute misunderstandings.

Phil has crow wings and elfin ears and cat like pupils that do shine in the dark. And he does have TEETH. He tends to wear peasant clothes. With a green cloak (like to imagine his wings are sorta like the ox tail to the huldra he can’t glamor it.) He can transform into different animals but prefers transforming into a crow if not in his normal form.

Fae Phil really loves his loser wet cat knight ok. Fae Phil is also VERY jealous as Fae tends to be. But he prefers Missa being able to choose and being free. So he is very heavily courting Missa in the human way (despite in Fae Law they are already married and Phil already thinking Missa as his husband)

And Fae Phil spoils his husband. Missa is never in true harm. Like Missa never starves, his flask never empties and the most delicious fruits and meats appear at his camp after he sleeps. And he never gets that sick.

But Missa gets into fairytale shenanigans and does save someone from a tower and said person tries to flirt only for Phil to curse them so they trip over themselves into mud. (He is a fae and Missa is his husband he can be very petty)

It’s funny because Fae Phil under the guise of a friend he found in the woods also acts like a damsel sometimes. Like “oh no our sleeping rolls must be together because I’m SO scared about the monsters in the forest”. And it’s not even good acting because Fae are such bad liars.

(Fae Phil will always save his husband from the troll or a hag of the week but also loves to see him struggle. Missa is never at danger of actually being hurt tho)

#qsmp #pissa #qsmp pissa #do you guys see my vision #fairytale pissa au

[proton-wobbler]

Warbler Showdown; Bracket 4, Poll 6

Black-cheeked Warbler (Basileuterus melanogenys)

IUCN Rating: Least Concern

Range: montane Costa Rica and Panama

Habitat: elfin forest understory, as well as montane evergreen forest and secondary forest. Also prefers "bamboo-choked ravines".

Subspecies: 3

Chestnut-capped Warbler (Basileuterus delattrii)

IUCN Rating: (not ranked)

Range: spans all of central America, from the very southern tip of Mexico to Colombia and a tiny bit of Venezuela

Habitat: dry to semi-humid deciduous forests and young second growth

Subspecies: 3

Image Sources: Black-cheeked (Guillermo Saborio Vega); Chestnut (Alfonso Auerbach)

#NWW Showdown #black cheeked warbler #chestnut capped warbler #basileuterus #parulidae #passeriformes #animal poll #bird poll

[saturniinne]

Elfin Forest 11/18/23

#mine

[longveil]

The Bridge

[Photo by Asap PANG on Unsplash]

Listen to the wind blow Down comes the night Break the silence Damn the dark, damn the light

Seraanna Longveil walked, her steps fluid and unhurried, across the arches of Windspire Bridge. A few wispy clouds drifted across the night sky, a gentler black overlaid upon the dark between the stars, pushed by soft gusts of cool ocean air. The ren’dorei’s gown and dark hair flowed and drifted, although an observant eye would note the movement did not heed the winds.

She had found quiet here. Quiet in the susurrous of scrolls and tomes that littered a small cottage, in the cries of serpents racing over the water, in the gentle scratch of a nib upon parchment, or the clatter and bubble of glass and admixture.

Found in the aged performance of a carefully-maintained record player and the rustle of cloth and feet to melodies of distant origin. In a laugh made low and warm by smoke, and the breathy, halting murmurs made in response. A dance of flame and shadow, foxfire all the brighter for the dark, shadow finding warmth in flicker flame.

But this night had been restless. Something flitted at the edges of her knowing, distant whispers murmuring uncertain deceit in contempt of the greater silence. Drew her from the comfort of her chair and the scrolls she studied to instead walk on this span that stretched over waters of reflected night.

Y̵w̸a̸q̸ ̵q̶i̶’̸g̸a̵g̵ ̵n̶a̴z̷a̷’̴q̴a̷m̶ (They will not return)

Her exhalation of breath might have been a snort of derision for one more expressive. The dance was one of nearness and distance, an ebb and flow accepted as the tide. What parted had returned before and would return again, for neither shadow nor flame abided honeyed lies.

Midspan, the bridge widened. A small, ornate pavilion offered shelter beneath the stars, chairs and a table for those who wished to look over the dark waters off Pandaria’s shores. All was weathered by the elements, but some seemed newer, recently made. A few among the thick wooden beams of the pavilion bore faint marks from some years-ago conflagration.

“Why did… my steps bring me here?” Seraanna drew her fingers over the blemished wood, scars as faded as the ones at her wrist.

A̵g̵a̶s̶h̸ ̸y̶y̸g̵f̷a̸r̵ ̵r̴a̷x̴ ̸p̸h̶i̵l̸f̴g̶s̴h̵ ̸a̴m̷q̸a̷ (The despair of the open sky comes)

“There is… no-”

Her voice faltered and fell silent. Across a distance that had ebbed and flowed, a memory of crimson and gold was relinquished. Released of a will, not of a failing. Shadow of Seraanna’s own self now shed by flame and returned. There would be no returning other. No foxfire within shadow.

“…why would...?”

Within the pavilion, the stars faded into memory, consumed by Shadow that fell from the open sky. The beams groaned in complaint as if they bore the full weight of the firmament and, though the gusts of wind had fallen still, the flow and drift of Seraanna’s hair and garments rose as if amidst a tempest.

I̷l̶f̸a̵ ̵q̵i̷’̶n̷a̵z̷a̶ ̴p̶r̵f̶a̵k̶t̶ ̴s̸j̵a̴n̸n̴a̵ ̸a̸k̶’̷a̵g̴a̶t̵h̶S̷h̴i̴ (Such comforts are not for you)

It would be so easy, to give into this hurt.

“Have you ever considered the wonder of capillary action?”

Why bear this? To come to rely on that which might be lost, that might bring the pain of a bond severed. Easier to be the vessel so many desired, allow all truths to manifest, to drown within the lightless deep.

Where the flames that burned as well as warmed could not reside.

Within the deep.

Yet Seraanna was not desolate, within her forest of mind.

A delicate voice murmured with her lips. A voice of skinny legs and elbows, pale skin, and long elfin ears poking out of unruly ash blonde hair. It hesitated, quavered, then spoke words of gentle, undeniable conviction.

𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃.

The whispers, gibbering in their insistence, quieted. The stars emerged slowly, tentatively, though the dark between was all the deeper for their brightness.

Again. Of her own voice, her own will.

“I am my own.”

And she turned. Turned from that which was lost, turned from the beckoning of the deep.

With fluid and unhurried steps, Seraanna left the pavilion and made her way back across the span. Towards the small cottage that would no longer hear the clatter and bubble of glass and admixture, or a laugh made low and warm by smoke.

Towards other truths.

I can still hear you saying You would never break the chain (never break the chain)

[Lyrics: “The Chain” by Fleetwood Mac]

#longveilstories #a bridge is a contrasting section that prepares for the return of the original material section #Also called a bridge-passage

[krogerkryptid]

🦖

(betcha can’t guess who this issss!!! :P )

Favorite extinct animal?

The golden toad!! Gone but not forgotten he’s so so cute and only went extinct recently but they were such cuties and lived in these habitats called elfin cloud forests?!? Crying a little mythical creature lost to the void

#golden toad #just a little guy #rest easy little fella #also hi jelly :)

[wild-magick-child]

The Witch's Art of Enchantment

I practice a Craft rarely discussed in modern Pagan communities or written about in books. In fact, the very mention of it evokes fear and hatred in many people. I'm an Enchanter. Enchantment is the art of manipulation through gesture, gaze, and glamour. It quite literally manipulates people: influences them to do something. Don't look at me like that! Do you honestly believe successful people got where they are just by being a good person? No! They put the 'fluence on their audience to sway them to their side. Nature is not all sunshine and rainbows, so neither is my Craft. During the Witch Trials & when we were being hunted like animals by those who hated us we had to defend ourselves. Witches' original Craft had to do with influencing people, casting glamours, Shapeshifting, & mesmerizing others.

It is atmospheric, it is the magic of ambience of shade and hue and tone.

Enchantment is at the very heart of Elfin magic. It is the key to Elfin and the Way of the Elves. The term Enchanter comes from the word "chant," which indicates the rhythmic interaction of a sound that intrigues and captivates, which is hypnotic and entrancing yet thrilling and enlivening at the same time. The enchanted are not dominated nor zombified as one might think of the hypnotic process but rather aroused and sweep away by the awakening of feelings and possibilities long dormant. Enchanters may do this in numerous ways, by the use of their voice, by music, by their dress and costume.

We "chant" by repeating the process continually... that is we are ever interested or pursuing our interests. - The Silver Elves

I particularly specialize in Mesmerism, further specializing in Shapeshifting & Personality Enchantment (aka Numenism).

Mesmerism:

All of life is composed of energy fields "formed" in varying ways. The Elfin Mesmerist has learned how to shift these waves creating transformations in the world and individuals around them. Mesmerists, while affecting all planes of being, functions particularly on the etheric planes, which are the energetic aspect of the physical plane. It is from that plane that they create waves that wash through and re-orient the connected bodies. Mesmerists speak to people through the light beaming from their eyes. They can affect others consciousness without the recipients knowing how it happens. They can caress a person without touching their physical body, massage them and realign their energy fields, removing blockages and getting their energy to flow freely. - The Silver Elves

Shapeshifting:

Shapeshifters have the ability to change their form at will. In the most dramatic sense they could turn into a bird or a wolf, etc. but usually their transformations are much more subtle and thus even more illusive. They are ultimate actors, changing their appearance, their posture, their aura in a few brief moments. They can appear to be others , they can appear to be no one at all, utterly unnoticable. In the forest you could not distinguish them from the trees and leaves, in the city they can be so average that they melt into a crowd with ease. They are the needle in the hay stack.

This cameleon ability of the Elfin Shapeshifter is not merely a superficial alternation of their physical appearance for as the Shapeshifter becomes more and more adept they can transmutate the underlying energy of their being creating changes that affect not only thems'elves but also those who come in contact with them. -The Silver Elves

Personality Enchantment (Numenism)

Numena or Teraphim are household or localize spirits. They guide, protect and aid those residing in a specific area, working from the astral and etheric planes of being. They find physical form often in statures or objects dedicated to them, which become their solid material body and their temple, so to speak. The Numenist is an artist, writer, scupltor and/or magician of such power that their creations take on a life of their own. To be a Numenist is to hold great magical power and thus it is best to use that power wisely... creating vehicles and drawing down spirits (invocation and evocation) who will benefit us all. - the Silver Elves

Personality Enchantments are spells which bring inanimate objects to life. It is to imbue things with consciousness to the point they become sentient. I do this with my music & songs. They become so full of life that they develop a personality and become living things. This is known as Animation Magick.

Enchantment is essentially the Magick of Mood: tone, setting, ambiance, & resonance. Enchanters are known for creating resonance between people, places, and objects. We can create magickal items such as Wands/Staves, athamés, cauldrons, etc by creating a resonance between the person and the object, and empowering the object with that ambiance. To empower the atmosphere with such energy is Glamourye. So, it's not all about manipulating or influencing people, but that is where it started.

Sources:

Enchantment: the Witch's Art of Manipulation through Gesture, Gaze, and Glamour by Peter Paddock

#enchantment #enchanter #witchblr #otherkin #real magick #true sorcery #glamour magick #pheryllt druid #traditional witchcraft #mesmerism #hypnotism #numenism #numenist #shapeshifting #shapeshifter #composer #pianist #personality enchantment #animation spells

[pathofregeneration]

Gilbert Williams, Dance of the Nature Spirits

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A Fairy Ballet

“Behold the spirits of the Elms, dressed in deep purple robes, upon their chests fine golden pendants in the shape of bunches of their trees' fruit, hanging from golden chains around their graceful necks. Or, see the Holly's genius, dressed in deep green bestrewed with fiery red berries which shoot out aureate jets of light, like stars. And the angels of the Ivy, wrapped in wreathes and coils of its own tendrils on which grow white blooms, large as roses. Here is the Poplar's guardian in her deep red frock, almost purple, with a flower, milky white, in her dark hair. There is the nymph of the Birch Tree, a most lovely maiden, whose dress is of the most beautiful yellow, green, pink and blue, all softly blending into an indescribable pattern, yet each shade distinctly seen. There are, too, the attendants of the Elder Tree in deep purple; the Mountain Ash in intense blue; the Pine in rainbow colours, a radiant flower in her tresses, shining over her head like a halo; and of the Yew in gold, mixed with azure, tiny elfin shapes clinging to her or nestling in her hair or sitting on her shoulders. And all these wonderful beings, and several others, one for each tree or flower, weaving in and out of the trees and bushes as if they were performing a fairy ballet. And all seemed to have a special quality of fiery radiance streaming out from themselves, as if they were alight within with a divine luminosity, not of the earth. And all the plants, large or small are sending forth a joyful Ballabile, to the music of which the nymphs perform their Balletto, accompanied by the Rarquarde, or Barcarolle, of the smiling river.

In the air resound the mellow notes of the woodlark and blackcap, the sprightly tones of goldfinch and linnet, and the occasional plaintive note of the robin, like a sampogna, or rustic flute, played con delicatezzo. A faerie like a sprinkled arpeggio brisé, mixed with the vellutata smoothness of a flute d'amour's flautando.

And there were too the spirits of the Box tree in deep cream robes; of the Lime in beautiful yellow, like gold-coloured diamonds; of the Ash in deep plum, fading into soft rich mauve downwards; those of the Brook Lime in light green, surmounted as it seemed with a delicate white mist; and of the Lilac in lustrous gold, and the Oak in deep gold, shining like Ra himself; for once upon a time the Oak was known as the tree that represented the Fire of the Gods on Earth. And all those nymphs, spirits and angels mix in happy groups, gallant and graceful, undisturbed by turbulent Man, the despoiler, and their movements are in the garbato style, elegant and dainty, con dolce manière, and papillons dance their chant sans paroles soundlessly in the air, as if they were singing a silent May-Song—a Maggiolata in the aerial key of F sharp minor, modulating into golden, warm and sunny key of A major, accompanied by the forest's whispered mormoramento. And in the far distance there sound the soft notes of a Pastorita, a shepherd's pipe; he calling to his beloved, sweet Pastourelle with the music of a Roundel, carried to her on the wings of the zeffiroso air.”

— Jean Michaud, Symphonie Fantastique

#Gilbert Williams #Dance of the Nature Spirits #Art #Beaty #Painting #Visionary #Nature Spirits #Devas #Fairy Ballet #Jean Michaud #Fairies #Symphonie Fantastique #Wisdom #Elementals

[moonmausoleum]

The Cursed and Haunted Elfin Forest in California

Amidst the haunted rumors about a white witch on the prowl, a native burial ground as well as an old gypsy curse on the land, the sunny Elfin Forest in California holds dark secrets.

Amidst the haunted rumors about a white witch on the prowl, a native burial ground as well as an old gypsy curse on the land, the sunny Elfin Forest in California holds dark secrets. Within the heart of North County San Diego close to Escondido, Elfin Forest remains a hidden gem, known for its picturesque landscapes and scenic trails through the shrub landscape. However, beneath the tranquil…

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#article #california #curse #featured #giant owl #gypsy #haunted forest #Lady in white #Native American Burial Ground #North America #urban legend #USA #witch

[ukdamo]

El Yunque

R Rodriguez

The red-tailed hawk,

swoops to catch prey

The aggressive grey kingbird,

defends its nest

The Nightingale tweets

& sings all-day

The Elfin-woods Warbler,

Melodious and happy.

They got thirsty in the streets,

hated the choking smoke

So they came to you one day,

An oasis of peace

They’ve come to you many times,

Always to find the solace

El Yunque, rain forest,

in your embrace

Your strong arms pulled them

into the secret womb

To the sun-warmed rocks,

lie in mossy bowers

To sing love songs,

breathe the fragrant atmosphere

To kiss the gentle flowers,

pregnant with sweet nectar

Then cool, clear water fills

the bubbling springs

A  blanket of phantasm-grey mist

in the morning day

The sun pierces through it

With lances of light

It shines gleefully all day ‘til

darkness comes tiptoeing

Daylight yawns & moves on,

they burrowed in their nests

And the stars bathe

the rainforest with stardust.

#poetry #R Rodriguez #rainforest #puerto rico #oasis #evocation #connection

[keiahlsarts]

Phantomyah

In my planet of Phantomyah, where one day I was bored and thought...what if I put everything I love in one planet -- mythological creatures, magic, corruption, controversy,accent times, meca technology, history, drama, psychological, gore, romance, comedy. You got to do what you got to do. And good luck

main thing: the survival of the fittest~

There's meany main clans/ species:

Angels(classes), Demons(4 classes), Werewolfs, Werecats, Sirens (4 clans), Harpys, Dragons(13-15clans), Gargoyles, Funatas(2 clans), AngelicK9s, and Infernines

Societal classes:

Gods, world powers ,royal bloods, royals, nobles, elites, upper, middle, working, lowers, and bums

Depending on you job or class, most are given a ID that can have from 1 Star copper to 5 star gold. This ID is used for traveling and entry to many places. And ofc legal purposes.

The more power in magic/ strength or influence can have a big say in how one can move up in classes.

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There's 4 contents: (main land)

North: lush forests and greenery, some parts tropical

south: dark large forests, lots of flatland, most technically advanced of the 4 contents. Most powerful

East: dry land, savanas, deserts, flat land, prosperous, most resources, kindest Royalty

west: cold, tall mountain ranges, tall forests, lots of snow and ice. Smartest, home to the top school city.

Also~

the 4 ocean kingdoms-cold, hot, deep and fresh water kingdoms of the sirens.

7 island clans

The elfin flouting island(s)

there's one kingdom per species scattered around the world.

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It's messy...but all I want is a world where I can't do whatever I want with it! >:3

[proton-wobbler]

Warbler Showdown; Bracket 2, Poll 5

Yellow Warbler (Setophaga petechia)

IUCN Rating: Least Concern

Range: almost the entire continent of North America, save the locals of Nunavut, northern Quebec, and Greenland. Only migrates through the southern US states, and overwinters from southern Mexico all the way to Northern Brazil.

Habitat: breeds in wet, deciduous thicket, especially those with willows. While overwintering, uses a variety of wooded and scrubby habitats, as well as mangroves.

Plumbeous Warbler (Setophaga plumbea)

IUCN Rating: Least Concern

Range: Guadelupe and Dominica islands, in the Lesser Antilles.

Habitat: dry, lowland scrub-forest, as well as montane and elfin forests with dense understory, as well as rainforests.

Image Sources: Yellow (Tom Murray); Plumbeous (Frantz Delcroix)

#NWW Showdown #yellow warbler #plumbeous warbler #setophaga #parulidae #animal poll #bird poll